I did 50 questions today, and I feel wiped out.
Detroit is leading by 5. Damnit! Stupid Spurs, get zee asses in gear. Come on Manu!!
And I actually got comment spam after like two months or more. Wow.

I received an email this morning from someone I hadn't heard from in years. We were friends in elementary school, and then she moved away the summer before our 6th grade year (?). It's during those years that you begin to learn about best friends, and rivalries, and boys, and cliques, and god we did the craziest things now that I'm remembering. I mean, seriously, I had a scooter, and we were kids. The skies the limits and the bruises.
We tried to keep in touch, and I'm pretty sure that I still have a few of her letters, but things change, except for the net. You can always count on the internet to help with something. Help me pass the bar? Who knows. Reconnect with long lost friends? It can happen.

I just spent five minutes trying to defend the legal system, which was really difficult to do considering today's news. He isn't called Wacko Jacko for giggles alone, ya know. And no, I'm not linking. He's not guilty. He "innocently" sleeps with boys, therefore he's not guilty. The poor guy had a tough childhood. Cut him some slack. Applaud the defense lawyers for doing an awesome job, and fire the prosecuters because obviously they don't know how to do theirs'.
Oy vey...such disgust.

A man was awarded $117,000 for backpay and pain and suffering because his employer decided that a deaf mute didn't deserve a pay raise over the span of twenty years. Other new employees with less experience deserved more than $5.51, but apparently not this man because he couldn't speak or hear. Yes, operating a ring-making machine requires these two faculties. And here I thought one just needed hands.

I woke up early last night in a daze. I was worried I'd had a bar related nightmare, but it's too early for those, and I just realized I've done about 350 questions so yay. Instead I recognized that noise. The slow, but steadyly growing squeaky noise of bed springs.
Bounce... Bounce... Bounce...
Not now!!!!! At 3 AM. My neighbors have the noisiest bed in the world, and unfortunately they always seem to wake me up when they have the sex. Last night they had the sex. It lasted 20 minutes this time. With pauses. The springing seems to speed up after each pause too.
It was suggested that I leave a note on their door about their bed problem, but I think I'll just leave a can of oil.

A school district in Louisiana apparently doesn't understand the meaning behind seperation of Church and State. I don't know what's more appalling, the fact that in one instance a teacher actually forced students to pray before lunch after the court specifically ruled that the district was in violation of the establishment clause, or that these people have such a blatant disregard for the law and want to preach to people who can't defend themselves. They actually think they can win thanks to our leader who has thoughtlessly determined that religion should be involved in law. Frankly, a line has to be drawn somewhere.

Bush wants a more permanent Patriot Act. An act that protects against terrorists at the expense of US citizens rights and liberties. Free range wire tapping, monitoring, hell, if the President wants it we can appear like a Cold War Russia by what we stand to give up for the sake of that protection. So go right ahead and stand up for the Patriot Act.

Abercrombie just failed an image test. Two friends applied for a job at the chain. The one that looked the part was wooed, and wooed, and it didn't really matter if she lacked experience. Blond and blue eyes and an Abercrombie blouse did the trick. Her friend dressed up as a goth for the day, and she basically received stares, cold shoulders. Who cares if she has experience and happens to be a good person. It's all about appearance, and even if she could show up the next day without the black clothes, Abercrombie still wants the white girl wearing their clothes before they'll even consider hiring her. I guess...
Via Boing Boing

The PMBR prof said the questions in the red book were harder than in the "Early-Bird," which lets be frank, kicked my ass. I was humiliated. I went in there thinking I was going to console all those graduating 3Ls, and well I needed some loving myself. Now I think the book is playing tricks on me. It's amusing, but I will not let myself get overconfident.
I'm going to start looking at essays tomorrow. Normally on my way to and from the bus stop I listen to lectures. Then I get to Barnes and Nobles and well I need to work on essays there and questions here. It should work out.
Oh yeah, hello a girl walks into a bar (exam)

R.I.P. Anne Bancroft.
I had no idea she was married to Mel Brooks. Now I just feel sad for him. She was a remarkable woman and actress.